I hope thoughts could speak;
Blunt are my words brute is my gesture
But, deep within is a coward heart Which
could hardly sneak
Shouts my shameless ego, on the loved ones.
Faces and swallows the bitter words Of
whom it hardly even knows.
And still I portrait an artificial smile,
Letting the tears within to flow.
Why do I feel lost when I see myself in the mirror?
Why don’t I see myself on the other side?
May be the darkness makes it inferior?
Or it just selects to hide!